istics should recur unconsciously in Filippe's
music. It showed me that one is born with or without certain racial
musical proclivities, dictated by the heart and brain. They cannot be
eradicated for many generations, no matter what the place of birth may be
or the different surroundings in which the individual may find himself,
or the influences which may affect him even early in life.

Brazil was certainly a great country for tablelands. As we came out again
into the open, another great plateau, ending with a spur not unlike the
ram of a battleship, loomed in the foreground to the south. Yet another
plateau of a beautiful pure cobalt, also with another gigantic ram,
appeared behind the first, in continuation of the two separated plateaux
we have already examined. It was separated from these by a deep cut--a
regular canon--several miles wide, and with sides so sharply defined that
it looked like the artificial work of an immense canal.

Great campos lay before us in the near foreground, from our high point of
vantage (elev. 1,550 ft.). We were still travelling on a surface of
volcanic debris, yellow ashes and sand--forming a mere cap over all those
hills, the foundation of which was simply a succession of giant domes of
lava.

North-west we still had the almost flat sky-line of a plateau rising
slightly in two well-defined steps or terraces to a greater height in its
northern part. What most attracted me that day was the delightful view of
the Barreiros valley spreading before us--a view of truly extraordinary
grandeur.

We rapidly descended, leaving to our left the Indian colony of Aracy.
Great granitic and lava slabs, much striated, were seen on our way down
to the river (elev. 1,200 ft.). The stream was 50 metres wide, and flowed
south where we crossed it. There was a handsome white sand beach on the
left bank of the river. On the western, or right bank, stood great
volcanic cliffs of boiled and broiled rock, interesting for the violent
contortions they had undergone during the processes of ebullition, which
showed plainly in their present solidified form.

The river bed itself was one of the usual lava-flows with huge globular
lumps and knots--but all in a solid, uninterrupted mass.

We waded chest-deep across the stream, conveyed our baggage and mules to
the opposite side, and then we all enjoyed a lovely bath with plenty of
lathering soap in the deliciously refreshing waters of the Rio Barreiros.

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